"Senior brother, where are you going?" He Yaochen asked again and again when he saw Baili floating and went to the inner courtyard residence like a lost soul. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A glimmer of light flashed in Baili Fusheng's eyes, and he made up a sentence casually, after all, he told Senior Brother He that he heard a voice that they couldn't hear, and they would definitely not believe it, and said lightly, "It's okay, I'll go back to my room to rest, my head is a little dizzy." ”

He Yaochen really couldn't think of why Baili Fusheng was unwell, after all, his junior brother Baili Fusheng's injury had already healed, and when he was puzzled, Jiang Huanyu woke himself up with a bell-like word.

"He Yaochen, although the master appointed you as the eldest disciple of the inner courtyard, it is already noon, everyone got up so early, and the stomach was already ringing, and if this continues, we will all be the same as Fusheng. ”

"Uh......" He Yaochen, who was dedicated to studying sword techniques, forgot about it, "Okay, then let's go and rest first, Jiang Huanyu, you stay." ”

Jiang Huanyu was also just about to leave, but he was pulled down by He Yaochen and said indifferently, "Let's go, chef." ”

Jiang Huanyu looked loveless, the beads of sweat on his forehead went straight down, and he followed He Yaochen to the dining room of the Taiji Palace.

"Hundred Miles of Floating ......"

"Hundred Miles of Floating ......"

The mysterious woman's voice continued to hover around her ears, getting closer and closer to her room, and the voice was also a little louder than just now, and at this moment, Baili Fusheng was also sure that the voice was coming from her room.

The lush cypress trees, the breeze sweeping, the cranes on the clouds swept by, I really can't imagine that a woman's voice will come from her room, cold thinking, and a little frightening, but this feeling disappeared in the next moment, maybe the voice has an extremely familiar feeling to me.

The footsteps slowed down, the movement slowed down, Baili Fusheng gently pushed open his door, the empty room, at a glance, no one appeared in his room, just when Baili Fusheng thought it was his auditory hallucination again, the voice reached his ears again.

Baili Fusheng put his eyes on the curtain on the couch, and walked straight over, hanging behind the curtain is the candle light of the sword that day when Tsing Yi is still with himself, at this moment the sword body of the candle is shining, and the voice seems to come from the candlelight sword, Baili Fusheng took off the candle sword, put it in his hand, and said in astonishment; "You...... You...... Who is it?"

To Baili Fusheng's disappointment, as soon as his words came out, the woman's voice disappeared without a hint of warning, but Baili Fusheng had already determined that the voice must have come from the candlelight sword, and the inherent sword spirit of the Shenzhou Continent said, "The divine sword is out of the sheath, and the sword spirit appears." Baili Fusheng thought of the eight big characters he said in the secret notes of Songfeng Pavilion when he was a child.

The sword body of the candle sword is cast and thin, with a faint cold light, the hilt of the sword is a golden dragon carving case, which looks extremely majestic, the blade is extremely sharp At that time, the real blade was like autumn frost, and the sword candle was also out of the sheath in the next moment.

As the sword candle shone out of the sheath, a figure suddenly formed in the air in the room, and that figure was the guardian spirit from the Songfeng Pavilion - Mingyin, which had been like a graceful fairy, but at this moment it was as if he had lost his soul, his face was expressionless and extremely pale.

"Venerable Mingyin, what happened to Songfeng Pavilion that night? Who gave Songfeng Pavilion to ......" Baili Fusheng was suddenly extremely excited, and the secret hidden in his heart was revealed, and he asked the guardian spirit of Songfeng Pavilion.

Mingyin said coldly, "I haven't seen the true face of the man in black, but it must have been the work of the Demon Sect, that person's cultivation is very high, and even my lifelong spiritual consciousness attached to the candlelight sword is less than half of the spiritual power of the man in black." ”

After Baili Fusheng heard Mingyin's words, he suddenly sat down on the ground, almost exactly the same as that day, "So, there are really only three of us left in Songfeng Pavilion?......"

"No, it's just you and Ye Xiaochen left. ”

Divine Spirit Mingyin's words undoubtedly made Baili Fusheng even more confused, and he hurriedly asked, "Venerable Mingyin, aren't you still there?!"

Mingyin said lightly, "What you see me now is just the last spiritual power I have left, Fusheng, you remember, you are destined to bear the fate of all the creatures on the Shenzhou Continent from birth, you must live......"

Judging from the seriousness of the god Mingyin, it seems that what he said is true, but Baili Fusheng is still stunned, after all, he has self-knowledge, how can a person who can't even break through the bottleneck of the first order of the condensation state of mind become a person who guards hundreds of millions of living beings on the Shenzhou Continent, Baili Fusheng is surprised?!!!;

"That's right, it's you!" Ming Yin was not surprised to see Baili Fusheng's expression, and asked, "Aren't you feeling the burning sensation on your back as expected whenever you cultivate?"

Baili Fusheng's dark black eyes were even deeper, and at this moment, Baili Fusheng looked as if he had already noticed the difference in his body, "Yes, every time I cultivate, there will be a burning sensation on my back. ”

Mingyin said lightly, "Therefore, you are not a first-order spiritual consciousness of the condensation realm, but you have already reached the first order of the Yuanmeng realm. ”

"What?!First Order of Yuanmeng Realm?!I?!" Baili Fusheng couldn't believe that he was a first-order spiritual consciousness of Yuanmeng Realm, his talent was regarded as a joke since he was a child, and suddenly, he became the Yuanmen Spiritual Consciousness of Yuanmeng Realm Realm, and the spiritual root only grew a year of self, which was undoubtedly the first genius ever on the Shenzhou Continent.

"That's right, it's you, on your back is an immortal pattern with the power of the secret world, which is closely connected to the spiritual sense of the Immortal Monarch Dongyi, and under the whole world, most of the secret techniques are mutually restrictive, which is why you always can't learn the secret arts, but your spiritual sense will grow accordingly. ”

Baili Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and his hand hurriedly touched the place on his back, and said in surprise: "Immortal pattern?!impossible, why don't I know?"

Mingyin said solemnly, "When you were born, Pavilion Master Yu Yan injected the Hidden Spirit Bead, a holy relic of Daoyin Valley, into your body, so you don't say it at all, Fusheng, remember, this matter must not be mentioned to anyone, including your closest people." ”

"Venerable Mingyin...... You ......"

The illusion of the guardian spirit of Songfeng Pavilion, Ling Mingyin, was finally transformed with spiritual power, and suddenly loomed, with the meaning of dissipation.

"My mission is over, and the rest of the way is up to you, and you will be ...... for a hundred miles."

As soon as Mingyin's words fell, Baili Fusheng rushed over, but illusions are always illusions, and when he reached out and grabbed the empty air, "No! No!"